Nov 2019
The midnight ink.
Perfectly dabbled upon the printed page
Or written,
I don’t discriminate.
The breath I feel in each turned page,
And the life in my fingertips
As they brush
The timid paper.
My thoughts,
Flowing blissfully by
In harmony
With the black type.
The lamp next to me,
Providing necessary lumination
For my endeavor.
A beacon of hope in the black room.
That is peace.
Perfectly dabbled upon the printed page
Or written,
I don’t discriminate.
The breath I feel in each turned page,
And the life in my fingertips
As they brush
The timid paper.
My thoughts,
Flowing blissfully by
In harmony
With the black type.
The lamp next to me,
Providing necessary lumination
For my endeavor.
A beacon of hope in the black room.
That is peace.
Currently reading “Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking”. It’s good so far. I’m an INTJ-A myself so it is relevant it seems. Picked it up today at HPB.
